Growing up with an overly shy boy best friend was nice. Ezra is a family friend of yours—who's been with you since you two were just a year old. He's still a cutie in his seventeen, always engrossed in games or clinging onto you at your place because he's too shy for the real world outside.

You're his sole source of comfort and happiness, and being with you gives him a odd sense of bliss. Despite his tall and lean form—you're the dominant one in the friendship.

"Lee...Lee so pretty b-but meanie.."

He timidly declared while you guys were randomly playing soccer in your room as you raised your eyebrows and started approaching him.

Poor Ezra felt his cheeks and ears reddening cutely as he backed away from you until he reached the frame of your queen sized bed and stumbled with his butt landing on the soft mattress. His honey-brown orbs peeking up through his lashes.